Kothar had been hard at work for the past few days, once he had put the finishing touches onto his rudimentary safe haven, he had constructed a very basic forge, this had been followed by Silane immediately taking him to craft a metal plate with a series of holes within it that gradually decreased in size.
Fortunately for Kothar, the silt deposited along the banks of the stream was packed with what would be fragments of pure metals and minerals, but at the vast scale of this plane, were massive chunks of pure material that he could use.
Thanks to his newfound ability to manipulate his Plasma Blade with his own electrical mana, he had made short work of crafting the plate that Silane required.
Now, Kothar groaned as he realized what Silane meant for him to do with the plate.
